Bad Trip

[Chorus: Geek] I see an angel Walking beside me Asking me if I would like to come home Would like to come home (4X) [Verse 1: Jay IDK] Have you ever heard the sound of 100 Choppas Bussin at you from every angle Make your body freeze like a statue Hack you And then Kurt Angle Slam you like pissed off police That’s what happens when you put IDK on the beat This is a brief warning, bitch don’t push me If there’s a fight I start You a 12th round rookie I’m the kid who faked bomb threats to play hookie You the type that’s born hermaphrodite and keep the pussy Pussy I’ll fuck up your whole life Soon as you find out that I’m fucking your whore wife I walk inside the room, tell your daughter to hold tight And if the hole tight I still give her the whole pipe That was my other side talking, He sort of lost it Because the side that he’s trying to follow’s inclosed by caution tape He’s dead, He’s dead I have no head My frontal lobe is hanging from a noose of thread [Chorus: Geek] I see an angel Walking beside me Asking me if I would like to come home Would like to come home (4X) [Verse 2: Jay IDK] I hate positive beings that try to make thing seem Like everything’s okay When the reality stings Like 40 rounds from a K Shut up your face before I cut off your head and use your brains as a display I like eating ice cream The thought of ??? Excites me The thought of killing innocent tourists and leaving their bodies in a forest to rigamortis right before I sightsee Makes me content Its the way that I vent One time I torched my landlord for asking for rent I had a bad day He came at the wrong time Approximately a minute after Satan called my landline [Skit] [Chorus: Geek] I see an angel Walking beside me Asking me if I would like to come home Would like to come home (4X) [Verse 3: Ryan Lee] Dear insanity Who’s the man in the vanity Ego big as a manatee Manically eating anchovies In the midst of calamity niggas panicking He’s as cool as the pillow he suffocated your family with He’s frantically trying to better humanity He loves fuckin so fuck it he’s profanity And no scantily clad women He had been in Still suppressing memories from when they dads went in And he’s gross like flatulence If niggas think they gassed up let the match commence Until he opens up the hatch Get the rachet And like a pool shark, he’s walking out without a scratch - he wins He’s been insane His personalities clash He feels like he martin pain He looking in the mirror I think he’s looking at me Apparently he makes his appearances in a beat Sincerely Ryan Lee [Skit] [Verse 4: Jarren Benton] Reverse the fucking Coupe Then I shoot at you through the sunroof I cut back on my drinking One line of coke and just one brew Show you the art of war with a oyster knife This ain’t Sun Tzu Tell ya momma to come through We can kick it like kung-fu Come on bitch you tripping Really I promise I’m not that deranged These rappers are lames Okay I’m reloaded This Gensu Will make you drop out of your brain Fuck ya Maybach Bitch i got a propeller plane On top of my Honda Accord I hover through earth I have one hell of a day The kick on this AK is crazy BBBBRRRRRAAAAAAATTT Damn One hell of a spray I’m Tony Montana and Hellen Leshae Put 2 in ya face, put you in a grave A bad mix of narcotics has got my bitch pukin’ I like white sluts that suck dick for fig newton My music influencing heroin usage And if you dumb enough to do it fucker you’re stupid Its like the mind of leatherface meets George Lucas Kidnap Ke$ha then I beat it till the whore stupid [Verse 5: Jay IDK] I’m the type to tell a bitch to suck my dick inside a church And if she ask me why, I lie, and say its in a bible verse I’m the worst I think I'll probably carjack a hearse Run up to a senior citizen and jack her fucking purse Pursuing a rap career wasn’t in my plans, ho Plans, ho I would have been just fine Running round trying to slash thoughts asshole I think I need a shot just to kill the pain Fuck a shot I need an automatic block to my brain Bitch I’m a drinker and driver Conniving thief and a liar Aspiring pervert conspiring a way to spy on Mariah When she comes out her attire I’ll beat my dick till its tired And when she turn around I’ll jump up off the tree that I’m hiding in After that never rap again Thats the reason I came in this rap career To get a physical look of Mariah's rear Messiah is here You tired of fear? Drink a bottle of tylenol till you start to feel Ahhhh Tired, you hear? Bye